Him

Sexy Evil Man? More Like Boy<3

....desiring him so forcefully
that I didn't know I could possess such a powerful feeling. My eyelids close as I close the gap between our lips. Although, I didn't feel the heat or touch of his lips. I opened my eyes to see his cheek, I noticed his scruff starting to pop through his skin, the slight tinge of red on his blemish free cheeks. I look up at him confused. Noticing our compromising position. I was flat on the bed under his body. He sat on my abdomen. Our cores uncomfortably close. I could almost feel his muscle poking my left thigh.
His upper body leans into mine, his face milimeters away from mine. He grins down at me, playing with a piece of my hair. He examines it closer.
"You're evil you know that?"
His eyes tear away from my hair and find their way back to my hazel eyes.
"Yes, but I'm a sexy evil man."
"Boy." I correct.
He gasps, pretending to be hurt.
"I assure you, fair maiden, that under all of my clothes, I am, indeed, a man." He says over confidently. He gives me his sappy grin, his eyes holding a mischievous glint. "A very, very, very large man." He winked, tenderly kisses my neck, and removes his body from my petite one. I groan dramatically, and fling my arms away from my chest. "Finally! I can breathe again!"
He stands up and chuckles. Moving his head from side to side and walking down the stairs.
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"Okay, wait how do I do this?" I giggle.
"No, I got this." He pushes in the knob, then turns the knob to the left at 350 degrees.
"You're just too smart for me." I smile at him. I honestly never knew stirring cookie batter could be sexy until today.
"Hey you wanna hand me that flour over there?" He says. I retrieve said item and hand it to him. He reaches into the bowl, at the baking soda. He turns around and glares evilly at me.
I freeze, realizing too late. Jake throws a handful of baking soda on my face. I scream. I try to brush off the powdery substance, but it doesn't work. I look back at him. i saunter over to his sexy body. Watching him as he stirs the ingredients.
"Jake." I practically moan. He stops stirring.
"Dilan"
I take a half step toward him. I put my hand on his rock hard abs. My fingers trail up his skin slowly. I detach his hand from the mixing spoon and place it inside my ass pocket. I look up at him, as my fingers near his nipples. My hand trails back down, lifting up his shirt and place my freezing hand over his warm defined 8 pack. He shivers under my touch. His hand reaches up to my cheek. Pulling me into his iron grip. My lips, this time, crash into his. Craving his lips, I push more into his. His hand slides up my back. I groan, and he smiles against my lips. His tongue snakes its way out from his lips to lick mine. Normally, I might find this a little odd, but that act made me want him more. My lips lock onto his again. Our kisses longer, more lustful, even sexier. His hands find their way to my ass. As Jake lifts me onto the counter. Exactly in a pile of flour. But when a sexy guy is making out with you, your mind is far from thinking about your ass.
"Jake." I moan. He peppers my throat in kisses.
"Jake!" I say with urgency.
"The cookies are burning!"
He stops and releases me. My face heats up, his lips are swollen, a gaze of lust in his sea blue eyes.
"I'm making out with you, and all you can think about are not letting the cookies burn? Damn girl."
"Jake." I give him a pointed look. I remove myself from the counter and take the golden brown, mouth watering cookies, out of the warm oven.
"I like making out with you, just like I like you, but I couldn't look at you the same way if you were the reason that my gooey, warm, mouthwatering chocolate chip cookies were burnt."
"Well, I don't know how i could live with myself if that happens." He winks at me, and hugs me from behind as I remove the cooled cookies from the hot tray. Jakes dangerous mouth attacks my neck, collarbone and moving down south slowly. I notice his hand reaching out to grab a cookie, I smile and slap his hand.
"Ow!" I turn in his iron grip and smile up at him.
"No cookies yet, evil boy."
He pouts, and I place a peck on his lips, escape his iron grip and finish cleaning up. __________________________
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